My computer was stepped upon in Manchester. No responsibility was taken, but it has severely affected my weblog and, in fact, all manner of aspects of my life.
It was such a shock to see it all bent and broken, and the man who examined it told me that it was beyond economical repair. Not words that thrill me.
I was sad and felt terrible that I had not taken better care of it. Usually I am so careful with ÄúthingsÄù but this was a mystery.
I looked into replacing it, knowing that I would have to buy a new one, given how much use it gets. I went to the Mac Store on Regent Street, the temple to spending lots of money with the stairs that want you to fall down them (they have a huge glass staircase that is totally hideous to walk down, I feel so fragile on it. I cannot get the psychology of the choice, but there must be something in it.) I found the computer I wanted and ordered it. Went to pay and my credit card was blocked. Hmmm, I thought. There must be another way, but I will ignore the thump on the head and try my husbandÄôs card. That, too, was blocked. I backed away from the till realising that there really was another way and as usual I need to be told twice.
We swept down the stairs in a flurry of children and coat tails and took a big deep breath outside on the busy, dark, street. Partly because of having survived the stairs, but also because I now had to find the Äúother wayÄù.
I remembered that I had sat next to a computer repair man on a return flight from Delhi recently. Raj was funny and charming and loved telling stories of his monumental success. I found his card and called. I was invited to bring my dead MAC to Kingston where he pronounced it repairable and did it in one day! I spent a third of the price of a new one.
More phew now, too, as I recover from the very fabulous Mind Body Soul Show in Olympia this weekend. Gosh it was good and I had such fun. I am now a wilted husk in need of a rest, but thrilled by the response to the classes and workshops.